Capable

“What know you of battle, foreigner?” the nobleman spat. He drew the blade on his belt.

“I know that for all you Romans have conquered nations and peoples, I’m still standing,” Flavia said.

The nobleman turned to Master Angelus. “You would let her speak this way? A woman?”

“If I’m just a woman, why did you draw your knife?” Flavia was taunting him.

Dael was torn between kneeling to clean up the spilled wine and moving to stand beside Flavia.

“To gut you like the foreign mongrel you are,” the man spat.

Flavia beckoned and said, “If you are capable.”